Grey Manticore

[bronzechimera]

Sever my soul
oh wretched Manticore!
With eyes human
and paws swift;
in all lore – that
Trumpeting roar!

I gave my heart to
that winged Beast;
which He gladly tore to shreds,
and left me lying on the floor
in broken shards of glass.

With monster’s claws
poised to rip and to tear,
gone is the Venetian lion
who flew my heart to Heaven’s height.

Left now is a nightmare
from which I cannot wake;
and left now is a Heart
that cannot help but break.